The cloaked assassin stood serenely before Saphir.
In response to Saphir's inquiry, he cast a leisurely, almost mocking gaze.
With a deep timbre, he intoned, "I am Mr.9, one of the elders of AGHHO. You've wreaked significant havoc on our stronghold and challenged the majesty of AGHHO. Now, it's time to pay the price."
Saphir scoffed coldly, "AGHHO's majesty? Laughable! An arrogant assassination organization like yours thrives in shadows and deceit, yet fails to perceive the grand scheme of the world. You're destined for decline, soon to be rendered obsolete by the march of time."
Mr.9 cast a frigid glance at Saphir, choosing silence over words.
Without warning, he lunged forward, assaulting Saphir with lightning speed.
His dark dagger traced a swift arc, aiming straight for Saphir's throat.
Caught off guard, Saphir felt the cold bite of the blade on his shoulder.
